Laid to rest
The burdens of battle and time run their course and he falls
In the charge of the angels
Through the veil over Jordan and home
Rise up and meet your Father
Joyous at the return of His son
And the world and its troubles mean nothing
Only comfort and rest in His arms
What was left
A skin naught but scars life spent waging a war for a King he’d yet to see
How sweet now his rest
Clothed in splendor and joy in the presence of God how he sings
Rise up and meet your Father
Joyous at the return of His son
And the world and its troubles mean nothing
Only comfort and rest in His arms
I long to see your face
I long to be at rest
I long to end this war
I long for you to take me home